"PS-400 Old Poets- Where the Angels Sing" by Numi Who

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Words From: "Sonnet From the Portuguese" by Elizabeth Barrett Browning ver. Where the Angels Sing 10 orchestrated

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Numi Who

I now create music so people can spend time with better company.

Cover Songs on Soundclick: https://www.soundclick.com/numiwhocreativecovers Writing: https://allpoetry.com/Mr._Numi_Who- Books: Numi Who? on Amazon (books) Art: http://wbiro.deviantart.com Early Art: http://www.flickr.com/photos/38154648@N00 Music Videos: http://www.youtube.com/user/wbiro Self-made Music Catalog (to 2016): http://numi-imagination-creations.me/01-art-catalog/wbiro_artistic_catalog_1967-2016_update_34.html Original Music on Soundcloud (more complete list there): https://soundcloud.com/wbiro Cover Songs on Soundcloud (more complete list there): https://soundcloud.com/user-288568536

Song Info

Genre

Podcasts • Poetry

Charts

Peak #266

Peak in subgenre #75

Author

words: Elizabeth Barrett Browning music: wbiro

Rights

wbiro

Uploaded

September 10, 2011

Track Files

MP3

MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 4:16

Story behind the song

opened poetry book, found a likely prospect, worked out a song, recorded (1987); orchestrated 1999

Lyrics

The first time she kissed me
She would only kiss
The fingers of this hand
Wherewith I write.

And ever since
It grew more clear
Where the angels sing.

That was the prism of love
Through which split
The essence of time.

With sanctifying sweetness
I did perceive
That through her dreams
I live.

The first time she held me
She would only hold
The sweet fire
Of my soul.

And ever since
It grew more clear
Woah, where the angels sing!

I could not wear
Her only kiss
My love
Beyond the clouds.

The first sad song
Of my life
Appearing plainly
On my brow.

Words From: "Sonnet From the Portuguese" by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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